She was becoming uncertain. Winter was coming and one would have thought that the girl would have desired to stay in the pack, but no, Panik’s paws still called for her to walk and wonder. Her year in Spirane had been a nice break from the constant traveling, being around her family likewise had been a blessing. She enjoyed the time she had with them, yet she wasn’t sure if she could yet leave…. Her mother’s time was coming, just as her father’s had, and while Panik was not one to be burdened by loss so heavily, believing in the afterlife that she would see them again on her own passing, there was just something still hanging heavy with her heart that made her not sure what to do. Her heart pulled two ways, to wander the lands again, but to also be here for her mother’s final days. Panik had seen the joy that Baird’s child had brought to her despite the circumstances surrounding it. She liked seeing her mother so happy, her face lighting up as it did, but now….

She was suddenly yanked from her thoughts, she hadn’t even realized that her paws had been taking her down the mountain towards her mother’s den, but what really pulled her out was when she spotted the woman she was thinking about before her, almost like she summoned her. ”Mother, are you feeling well today?” She asked her voice light and airy as always returning her mother’s love with her own sigh of comfort, something that only a mother could bring to a child. She smiled at her mother’s words and gave a little giggle, ”Maybe when I was a pup.” She teased lightly, ”And you always have this aura of relaxation about you, able to make worries melt away in an instant.” Panik was certain her mother had accepted her time was coming. She was sure she was ready too, to see her father, her past mates and friends lost when the meteor fell. It had been a long long time for her mother, and she was an almost unheard of age for wolves of Moladion to survive too… most passed like her father, late teens in age, but it still felt too soon for the young wolfess, the struggle of being a late life child she supposed.

”I miss being on the road sometimes.” Panik said, feeling guilty for saying it to her mother’s face, yet, she knew her mother wasn’t really judging her for it. Wandering provided its own type of freedom, and perhaps the daily unknown was what gave life the spark she needed to greet each day with a smile and a jump rather than a yawn and an groan as she had since settling here. It was just boring, admittedly pack life was a little too quiet for her… her mind and body she guessed would want to be as free as the spirits she believed in, ridiculous as her father would have thought such things. ”But I have been having a lot of good times being around you all too. Seeing you guys all the time, it has its own pull that I love.” She touched her mother’s cheek again, her tail waving wondering what her mother thought of such a thing.